Show The Readers Everything, Tell Them Nothing.

To Hell With Them. Nothing Hurts If You Don't Let It.

Maybe...you'll Fall In Love With Me All Over Again." "hell," I Said, "i Love You Enough Now. What Do You Want To Do? Ruin Me?" "yes. I Want To Ruin You." "good," I Said. "that's What I Want Too.

It's None Of Their Business That You Have To Learn How To Write. Let Them Think You Were Born That Way.

There Are Only Two Places In The World Where We Can Live Happy: At Home And In Paris.

You’re My Religion. You’re All I’ve Got.